Top 10 Best Poems About Bac Ninh

A peaceful village, calm and serene
Bac Ninh's landscape, poetic and green
A humble house, simple and small
Ripples on the lake, with green reeds by the wall

Fruits heavy on the branches, ripe and full
The kites soar in the wind, drifting cool
Birds sing sweetly throughout the year
Amidst the children's laughter, so near the moon's light clear

Night comes, gazing at the moon's glow
The hammock sways, where dreams freely flow
The fields scent the rice as it ripens in sight
The small path lined with flowers, a lovely delight.

Author: Hoang Hien

Let me invite you to the Lim Festival

Where the Quan Ho melodies bring us together

The brown four-piece dress and the charming yếm sồi
The crow-feathered scarf tilted gently on your head
You tilt your hat, I tilt my heart
As our souls flutter, full of yearning and joy

The betel nuts like phoenix wings, oh my love
Even before tasting, I feel tipsy from your sweet scent
Crossing the bridge, your attire sways
And your eyes, shy, fall upon the boat's side

We feel as though we have entered a hidden paradise
Meeting and knowing each other, bound by fate
Like the slender bamboo standing alone
You shine, lighting up the Lim festival square
Worth every effort to meet you here
Asking for your parents' blessing, so we can be united.

Singing the farewell tune, my love
I must hold my feelings, and we shall meet again later.

Author: Pham Thuong Hien

The Cau River winds in lush green
Alongside the Quan Ho village serene
Sails fluttering, carrying nostalgic sighs
The first notes of songs, caught by the breeze as it flies

Mother washes the yếm by the river's flow
Under the bright moon, a soft song to show
The water whispers gently, so low
As the storks wander in search below

In the first month, the festival begins
The brown garments soaked with fragrant hints
The wide-brimmed hats gently bow
As dark skirts trail with each step now

They gather behind the bamboo shoots
The sound of rice cooking, the fire pursuits
Their eyes sharp like the betel knife
Gazing towards the East and West, full of life

The temple gate with its crescent moon
The eldest sister by the boat hums a tune
The second brother steers with care
The Quan Ho songs spread love everywhere

He leads her across the bridge
Handing his shirt as a soft pledge
Remember to ask your mother’s grace
As the winds blow, leaving no trace

The Quan Ho village, my dear home
Even in the days of bombs, we would roam
The shop beneath the banyan tree
The bridge broken in nine parts, a memory

Fireworks lit up on Mount Thiên Thai
The guns roared near Quán Dốc, piercing the sky
But the phoenix birds still ate their mangoes
And the apricot trees still grew despite all the woes

You saw him off, standing by the shore
As you sang your song, your heart would pour
You wanted to send your love along
With the river's flow and your sweet song

Mother carried water up the hill
Singing for her children with love so real
How many planes fell from the sky
As her hair turned silver with each sigh...

The round boats sail, do they pass by Bắc Ninh?
Listen to the songs of my hometown, where we sing
Amidst the bombs, the enemy's fight
The songs of my village still shine bright.

Author: Nguyễn Phan Hách

Bac Ninh, Kinh Bac, a place of great history
The Quan Ho folk songs, the pride of our home
For a thousand years, they’ve lingered on
Carried by the songs, calling back those who roam

The serene Như Nguyệt River flows
Echoing the heroic deeds that forever glow
The Đền Đô temple holds the mark of time
Where the noble lineage of kings does shine

The sacred Kho Shrine stands with grace
Its history tells of justice’s embrace
Nearby lies the tomb of Kinh Vương
Where the ancestors of the Lạc Hồng still return

The Dâu Pagoda and Dận Pagoda stand
The Lim Festival calls, drawing crowds from the land
Bac Ninh, a region rich in culture and fame
In the new year, come, let’s sing its name.

Author: Lê Việt Hùng

Who will come back to Kinh Bac, my homeland?

Come join me for a song and a plate of betel leaves…

Softly flows the water of the Cau River

But when you go away, my heart sinks…sung in a melody…

Sing the Quan Ho tunes…Í…a…

Oh dear! Stay with me…don’t go!

Luy Lau, an ancient place that holds the name...

Our ancestors gathered here in the past

It was a thousand years ago when the foundation was laid

Kinh Bac has been cherished through the generations

The landscape, a poem in itself, so beautiful

The birthplace of culture from the dawn of time...

Bac Ninh, a city known by name

Today, it rises, prosperous and beautiful

The streets lit up in a myriad of colors

Shiny tall buildings, bustling streets

Expanding works, large and grand

Him Lam, The Theater, Museum, and Parks…

Who visits the Dạm Pagoda at dusk?

Lighting incense in this sacred place once more

Walk past the ancient citadel, it’s so near

Stop for a while, admire the view, feeling overwhelmed

Visit Co Mễ village, just a short distance away

Come join the festival of the Lady Chua Kho in spring…

The temple of Hàm Long, large trees all around

Spirits are bound there for meditation

The peaceful Ho Dôi lake with gentle waves

Statue of the Great Leader in the heart of Bac Ninh city

At night, the church shines brightly

The lively streets, the beautiful sights…

The famous Queen Ba reigns the region

The mother of Quan Ho, for those who have passed by

Hồng Ân temple, a spiritual place from our land

At the beginning of the year, the festival of Dong Cao

The temple of Khuc Toai, graceful and serene

In the morning, the village of Choï announces with merchant calls…

Go west to Thuận Thành

Visit Dâu Pagoda and Bút Tháp temple for sightseeing

Luy Lau ancient city is so spacious

Pass by the Sĩ Nhíp temple, heading towards Làng Mèn

The full moon of Linh Ứng shines brightly

At the King Dương Vương festival, the drums, flags, and chants resound

Phúc Nghiêm Pagoda, an ancient stopover

Visit the pottery village and Dàn Pagoda

Admire Đông Hồ paintings, a gift for you

Who has seen water puppetry in Đồng Ngư village?

The Bùi Xá drum beats…oh, ah…

Thanh Khương, the art of ca trù…Hư…a…

Not far from Từ Sơn city

Visit Đình Bảng village, then continue through Đông Ngàn

Phù Khê, Đồng Kỵ, Tương Giang

Explore industrial zones, then head to traditional villages

Đền Đô, Dận temple calling you

Luxury villas and neighborhoods await…

Gia Bình, the land of ancestors

The peaceful river Đuống flows serenely

Return to Đại Lai, visit the ancestral home

Light incense and honor the graves of ancestors

Visit Lệ Chi Viên, remembering the fate of Nguyễn Trãi, a loyal official

Close by is Đại Bái village

Renowned for its skill in bronze casting

Xuân Lai and Ngụ village, a sight to behold

Yên Việt, Môn Quảng, ever-changing

Enjoy the sunset at Bình Than

The shimmering twilight on the water’s edge…

Tiên Du, a peaceful and tranquil scenery

At the beginning of the year, I invite you to my hometown

The traditional attire, wooden clogs along the road

Come to the Lim Festival, with familiar songs

Visit Phật Tích pagoda, solemn and serene

Pass through the town of Lương Tài, feeling the heartbeat…

Spring is here, trees bloom with new leaves

The Thái Bình river flows nearby

Come to Trấn Thứa or Phú Hoà

Visit the Quảng Bố village shrine

The Vũ family church, the Sen village awaits…

Through the Quế Võ region, by the river Cầu

Navigating the boat to Nga Hoàng, Phù Lãng villages

The Nho engraved temples of Hàm Long and Dạm

The grand Hội Chen on the sixth day

Praying for favorable winds and peaceful rains…

Yên Phong, searching for Xà temple

The engraved “Nam Quốc Sơn Hà” stone still stands

Diềm village, cool and lush with greenery

Who dug the Ngọc well, who built Đền Cùng?

Tam Giang, a vast water landscape

Vọng Nguyệt village festival, with beating drums and gongs…

Here lies the sacred land

Temples and historical relics, preserving the soul of this land

The banyan tree, the well, and the communal house

Ancient villages with a timeless spirit

Autumn and winter leaves fall softly

Spring and summer, festivals keep us lively…

The variety of foods in the land

The more you taste, the more you fall in love

At Đình Bảng, taste the Phu Thê cake

Beef dishes and wild rat, try the authentic flavors

Delicious vegetarian feast at Đào Xá

The famous Hồ chicken, a delicacy since ancient times…

Try the Nem Bùi, have you?

Vân village’s sweet wine, let’s drink together

Taste the Tro cake from Đình Tổ

Try the fragrant cháo Thái with green onions

Our village’s famous sauce, a must-try

If you want bánh Khúc, go to Diềm village…

Grilled bánh đa Kế, eat it fresh

Fresh Khắc Niệm noodles, so soft and pure

Tích Nghi’s fish porridge, inviting all

Làng Chờ’s bánh tẻ, buy them as souvenirs

Quan họ rice, savory and full of flavor

Join us for a toast, enjoy tea and festivities…

Whether we journey far or near

We’ll always remember the land of Kinh Bac that raised us

Even on the longest journey

We remember the ancestral land, the love for our roots

Let your parents know, if you return

Bac Ninh will always be…home…for me!!!

…

Author: Bách Tùng Vũ

Come, traveler, to Bac Ninh

Let the Quan Ho folk songs wrap you in their embrace

We joyfully welcome you into our home

Let’s chat, enjoy tea together, and share the moments

Let me offer you a betel leaf, shaped like a peacock’s wings

Take a bite, and feel the warmth spread across our lips

By the banyan tree, the well, and the village courtyard

Such simple, humble lives in Bac Ninh, my homeland

Worn bamboo hats and the charm of traditional customs

Rosy cheeks, soft lips, dark, soulful eyes

Subtle charm and beauty, that’s the essence of my land

It’s a place where travelers fall in love

At the Lim Festival, we celebrate together

The melodies of the songs fill the air

Visitors listen, enchanted by the sweet, faithful tunes

We sing in the middle of the village courtyard

The men and women, in harmony, sing together

Shyly exchanging gifts

The red silk scarf, a symbol of our promise

Year after year, you’ll return to find me here

I’ll be at the Lim Festival, waiting for you

Betel leaves and areca nuts, the bond between us

Like the phoenix and peacock, we live in harmony, warm and content

- Collected by -

Come with me to Bac Ninh

The Đền Đô Festival is alive with energy

The Lim Festival, Đình Bảng... who could resist?

You sway gently, I am lost in your beauty, forever enchanted

Come visit the Phật Tích Pagoda, my dear!

The Dâu Pagoda still holds its warm, inviting smile

The Đuống River whispers dreams of the past

The Bút Tháp Pagoda, with its breeze, calls to us

In Đông Hồ and Phù Lãng, the shadow of time lingers

Who still sits, carefully painting, their hands trembling?

In Xuân Lai, the bamboo and rattan craft legacy lives on

Phù Khê’s carved woodwork speaks of deep affection

Who still chisels, carving stories with the wind and rain?

The pigs, the chickens... symbols of simple joy

The pottery and earthenware—small tokens of human kindness

The Ninh Xá’s Bùi Nem, a taste of happiness

The bánh tẻ of Làng Chờ, connecting us from all directions

The Gà Hồ, warming hearts with its flavor

Thôn Đoài still has its soft hands, making bánh đa...

And you sing the Quan Ho songs, my love

A kiss hidden, sincere and kind-hearted

Author: Thiên Ân

In January, the festival season begins

"Who will go to the Lim festival?"

Eyes searching for that special one

Who once held love so deep

Longing, trapped in memories

Where did "Drifting reeds and floating clouds" go?

Where is my "Beloved" now?

Are we still bound by fate, or is it lost?

"Call the boat" my heart sings

The one who "Leans against the boat’s side"

With a "Neatly folded áo"

The sky is clear, with a gentle breeze

Listen closely, hear the song

"Thirty-six kinds of birds"

"Last night, I missed you"

We are "South and North apart"

The song’s melody is so tender

Like "Weaving brocade" beneath the sky

"Softly, softly, oh"

"Still waiting, still waiting for you"

"How old is the moon?"

Happy to "Share the four seasons"

The "Old bamboo" has gone to the temple

The "Beautiful bamboo tree" waits

"Quan Ho songs, my love"

Still resounding with the "Hơi and Á"

My heart dances with joy

Because "The night is short, but love is long"

"Nine memories, ten loves"

Who could "Six worries, five thoughts"

The wine glass in Làng Vân is missed

"Drunk on the daughters of Bac Ninh"

"The good girl" with deep love

"Offering betel and areca, Quan Ho style"

Like "My love for you"

The wind blows gently tonight

The "Boat lifts its oars" and glides

I remember your graceful figure

My heart is "Full of longing".

- Việt Tú -

Who could have guessed that one day

I would return to Kinh Bac, lost in a dream

Drunk on the people, the wine, the Quan Ho songs…

Even my heart is intoxicated by this land.

Here I am, back in Kinh Bac!

On a cold winter afternoon, the wind fierce and wild

The distant sound of horses' hooves from the southern troops

As the Tống invaders lay scattered in defeat.

I have returned to this land of rivers and mountains

To the ancient capital, where golden days once bloomed

The marks of my ancestors' bravery are so vivid!

The old paths, covered with moss, remain undisturbed.

Who sings Quan Ho as the sun sets?

Giving comfort to a traveler’s lonely heart

The silk áo, the bamboo hat with its elegant charm

Are reminders of timeless memories.

I’ve returned to Kinh Bac, remembering Hoàng Cầm

“Is the one across the Đuống River still there?”

No matter how cold the land, I feel no chill

Reciting old poems, my heart grows warm.

- Hồ Thanh -

Come with me to Kinh Bac

Where the Quan Ho tunes greet us at the village gate

Where the young lady’s rosy cheeks shimmer

And the dance of love between families is sweetly shared.

The Cau River flows with a silken ribbon of dark velvet

Its shores alive with boats bustling in the current

Mother and teacher both raise their voices high

As the sweat trickles down, blending with the green of the bamboo.

Listen closely, my friend, and hear

The songs of Kinh Bac echoing with the love of the homeland

Birds sing passionately in the branches above

And the lotus blooms as bees gather below.

Look there! The rice has begun to ripen

While the village girls proudly display their slender waists

Young maidens, fresh and lively

Pick mulberries in the farthest corner of the village.

In Đông Hồ, traditional paper is painted with vibrant flowers

Creating art that weaves the soul of the people into verses

Visit Văn Miếu, the Temple of Literature, and Đền Đô

A place to honor virtues, where great rulers are revered.

Visit the ancestral temple once

Where Buddhism began to take root, allowing us to understand more

Stop by Bút Tháp and Chùa Dâu

Where the Thousand-Eyed Buddha offers his blessing and calls to us.

The Lim Festival calls us back

In early spring, when prayers for peace fill the air

Our homeland, Kinh Bac, is thriving

Its thousand-year history, a land of glory and honor.

Author: Lê Việt Hùng